Marquis of Grand Xia

Liming once said that innately, it is not absolute that even a ten-year-old child can kill a severely injured ninth-grade strong man.

Ning Chen was not a ten-year-old child, and Xiao Jiajiu and Ming Jiaba were not seriously injured, but they still did not hide from this sword.

Because they never thought of hiding.

I do n’t know, so they **** it.

The two died, and the little emperor was exposed to Ning Chen.

How far is the distance of three feet, a little more than ten meters, very close to a warrior.

But how could there not be a strong man by the emperor.

When Ning Chen moved, a figure appeared around the emperor.

The ninth grade is another ninth grade, and it is still a true strongman far beyond the Xiao family's ninth grade.

A tough palm came and the wheelchair shattered.

However, the original figure disappeared from the wheelchair.

Ning Chen with crippled legs can't escape this trick, but it doesn't mean he can't escape with his legs intact.

For this day, he has been sitting in a wheelchair for many, many more days.

The ninth-rank strong are also human, and naturally there will be blind spots of cognition.

With blind spots, you will make mistakes.

Ning Chen grasped this mistake very well, avoided this palm, and directly deceived himself to come to the little emperor's shoulder, clasping the latter's shoulder.

"Your Majesty, please also give marriage!" Ning Chen Hengjian stood beside the little emperor, looking very serious.

"Come on!" The little emperor frowned, screaming angrily.

"Your Majesty, please marry me!"

Ning Chen was unmoved and still calmly returned.

Under the stone steps, the top ten families only passed away, and each face was shocked. In this short moment, no one expected that such a drastic change should have occurred.

The use of force in front of the palace to threaten the emperor's marriage, this is a death sentence, when the nine families.

Several people in the love family were shocked in their hearts, especially in love, and their look had become extremely ugly.

This person's move is to trap lovers in a place where no one can recover.

Sure enough, an old servant in front of the temple was angry, and looked at the couple of lovers, and said sharply, "I still don't let him let go of your majesty!"

Qing Wushuang stepped forward, his face gloomy and said, "Bai Yutang, I promise to marry you, let go of your majesty!"

Jiu Pin in front of the palace also tightened his body. Once Ning Chen released the little emperor, he immediately shot him.

"If I believe you, I will live in vain for 17 years, little emperor, come with me"

Speaking, Ning Chen grabbed the little emperor and walked step by step toward His Royal Highness. When he passed the Wu Yan, he stopped a little and calmly said, "Love is unparalleled, you have to prepare a horse. My patience is limited. I hope you can Hurry up "

Wen Yan, Wu Wushuang's brows frowned, and his anger was hard to hide, and he was about to attack, but he was stopped by a voice.

"Do what he said," the old minister in front of the hall said angrily.

Qing Wushuang snorted and walked away quickly.

Ning Chen grabbed the little emperor and walked out of the palace step by step. A large group of people followed him, daring not to lean too close, nor dare to stay too far.

The little emperor was very stubborn and never asked for mercy, which greatly appreciated Ning Chen's heart. This little guy is very good.

It seems that Fan Lingyue's woman has cultivated a great successor for the Northern Mongolian court.

You can learn everything you need to learn and govern the country, but you can't lose the demeanor of this country. Otherwise, if even the emperor begged for mercy, what would the entire northern Mongolian subjects do.

After a large number of guards in the palace came up and had to make way, they watched as Ning Chen walked out of the palace with the little emperor. Behind them, Yuqian Jiupin followed them step by step, waiting for an opportunity to save the driver.

However, Ning Chen had endured so long, how could there be any mistakes at this time, holding the little emperor in his left hand and the ink sword in his right hand, and never slackened for a moment.

At this distance, no one can save the little emperor except congenital.

He is Qipin, and may not be able to beat Jiupin's strong front, but it does not mean that he has no power to fight back.

Before Jiu Pin shot in front of the hall, he was sure enough to pull the little emperor to be buried with him.

Everyone on the scene understood this. Therefore, no one dared to take the easy shot, and no one dared to bear the great sin of this strain of the Nine Clan.

Before the palace, Qing Wushuang led a horse, looked at Ning Chen, and asked with hatred in his words, "Who the **** are you?"

"Clay country, Bai Yutang" Ning Chen replied with a smile.

His chest was full of emotions, and at this time, the guy refused to show any traces.

Next, a strange scene appeared in front of the people of the Northern Mongolian capital. A ugly, ugly man holding their little emperor walking in front of him, behind him, a woman followed the horse and followed, towards Wenwu Followed by the same tenth family, and everyone's face is very ugly like eating a fly.

The king of Northern Mongolia is not small. Ning Chen took a large group of people for four hours. From the morning to the sunset, he calculated the city.

The little emperor's face started to whitish for a long time. The journey of four hours was unbearable for a child as young as seven years old, but the little emperor insisted on clenching his teeth.

Ning Chen appreciates this little guy more and more, a trace of true energy is continuously injected into the body of the latter along the arm, quietly helping him to relieve his fatigue.

The night came, the cold wind rose, the night on the desert was very beautiful, the whole sky was clean, you can see the stars and the moon, and the mighty party finally walked outside the king.

"You ride a horse and wait for me at the Shating thirty miles east." Ning Chen turned and looked at Qing Wushuang seriously.

Qing Wushuang's face immediately changed and changed again, this sentence, the words spitting heart, is to think of her and love family dead no burial place!

"Do what he said!" The old servant in the center spoke again, a somber expression.

There is no way for Qing Wushuang, he can only get on the horse, drink lightly, and go east.

Seeing that Wu Qing disappeared without a trace, Ning Chen grinned at everyone behind him, and then did something that everyone could not expect.

Ning Chen ran away, holding the little emperor to run.

Everyone was stunned, and there was only a shadow in front of them. If the seven-ranking warrior escaped desperately, he would be faster than the war horse.

The Jiu Pin enshrined in front of the temple reacted first, stomped underneath, and immediately followed. Then, the elders and young strong men of the top ten families also recovered, and they also tried their best to chase after.

Ning Chen couldn't help but couldn't run, could he stay here to find death, as for the plan?

There is no plan, in the northern Mongolian site, the senior is not there, the ghost knows what to do.

It was cold sweat that he could abduct the little emperor out of nervousness.

The little emperor was struggling non-stop, and Ning Chen slap in the face of the little guy's ass.

He likes non-violent and non-cooperative people.

The little emperor bit his mouth, tears in his eyes, but he refused to cry, and his stubborn look with a small face was like a child who was awkward with his parents.

Ning Chen took a lot of people to run arrogantly, but he couldn't care what direction he was running, he didn't even know where he ran.

Suddenly, two terrifying sword qi at the end of the sky rose into the sky, and they immediately collided. The surrounding heaven and earth could not bear the great force. They shook violently.

"I Grass"

Seeing a huge sand wave hit, Ning Chen just burst into a swearing before being buried by the sand wave.

The worship in front of the temple behind is no better than the elders, young and old of the top ten families, and was photographed into the yellow sand by this terrifying and huge wave.

At the next moment, the dark yellow light flashed through, and Ning Chen hurriedly drilled out with the little emperor in mind, and ran without saying anything.

Fortunately, the dust and thick soil in his body played a big role at the critical moment.

After ten years of hard work, the offerings in front of the temple were drilled out, looking up, but they could no longer see the shadow of Ning Chen and the little emperor.

The elders and young strong men of the ten great families also drilled out of the sand one after another, and their heads became veiled. It is not clear why, after a while, they eased their minds and quickly sank their hearts.

The emperor was lost and was taken away by a young man of Qipin, which was a big shame for the Northern Mongolian court, and everyone's face became ugly. They knew that this time the king would face a big day. Clean.

"Send someone to inform the military division of today's events. In addition, put all the lovers up and down in the sand prison, the rebels, and there is no amnesty!"

"Yes" an elder of the Ming family and three young strongmen respectfully commanded and immediately stepped forward ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ controlled the love elders and two young men, and the other eight families Dare to make a sound, at this time, whoever asks for love is looking for death, and besides, they can't ask for love.

The three did not dare to resist, and let the strong men of the Ming family seal their air, and the result of the resistance could only be a death. Now their last hope is that His Majesty can be recovered as soon as possible.

On the other side, after running for more than an hour, Ning Chen sighed with relief when he saw that no one had followed him. He threw the little emperor and lay down panting.

The sand is very soft, and just like that, the little emperor's mouth was skimmed, and it didn't hurt.

After resting for a while, Ning Chen sat up and looked at the little emperor next to him, asking curiously, "What's your name?"

The little emperor turned his head, his expression was angry, and he refused to answer.

At first glance, Ning Chen felt uncomfortable, and was there any consciousness of being a hostage, really non-violent and non-cooperative?

"Little guy, now we are the two of us. If I am not happy, I will leave you here and ensure that when your courtiers find this, you will basically have no bones left."

After talking, Ning Chen patted his **** and stood up, which really meant leaving him alone.

"I am called Mingyue"

The little emperor could not help but replied awkwardly. The voice was soft and crunchy, but it sounded good. The child was strong, and he was afraid of being thrown into this endless desert after all.

Ning Chen frowned, feeling something was wrong.

Children can't lie, just the name Mingyue, it sounds awkward.

Today, in front of the temple, when he heard the voice of the little emperor, he felt something was wrong. At that time, he thought it was because the child did not change his voice.

Thinking of this, Ning Chen stepped forward and grabbed the little emperor's arm, infused with real energy, and suddenly his expression changed greatly, and he couldn't help but swear again.

"I Grass"